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On With The Show Lyrics

Artist: Lawrence Arms
Album: The Greatest Story Ever Told

What did you scream into your telephone?

Iâ‚¬â„¢m a shit stain slave with a grind of my own. I work day and night, less respect than a Juggalo. Iâ‚¬â„¢m frying on the outside and frozen in the center. Iâ‚¬â„¢m telling you to watch out for my temper. Cuz you wonâ‚¬â„¢t like me when Iâ‚¬â„¢m angry. Youâ‚¬â„¢ll see banners everywhere. The street where Iâ‚¬â„¢m from in the town where I live is now barely even there.

I havenâ‚¬â„¢t had fun in what seems like years. I had a thumbs up for you, but it was caught in the gears. These tears are just onion eyes this heart is just broken. This body is a break room where the burnouts are smoking.

Iâ‚¬â„¢m a clown, Iâ‚¬â„¢m just here to entertain. Tear me up and stuff me down the drain.

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